I stayed up until my brother sobered up enough to get out of the chair, which was about midnight. So he survived knocking his self out with too much beer. By the time I got to bed it was half past midnight. I woke up at two in the morning. But I haven't got a clue as to why. Went back to sleep and got up at lunch time. I feel like a lazy person. That and I slept in a bed that's covered in muddy paw prints because I cannot stop procrastinating about housework. You lot must think I'm a lazy scruff or something. But I just can't seem to get out of this funk...